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Several hours passed after he ca at the many objects they had created, and briefly in the library, flipping through books For a lea by a stack of shelves on his right Rather

Than see if it was the lightning girl or not, he went back to the ht hilass Keth felt better the lasss office was a glass hot froe herself was a tiny creature in her sixties, perched on a high stool She had icy grey-green eyes, olive skin and black hair worn in a coil ruthlessly pinned to her scalp Instead of the Tharian

kyten and stole, she dressed in the long tunic coat and leggings of a Trader or Bihanese a hih round spectacles

Dhasku replied Kethlun

is a crucible in the oven Blowpipes over thereAlass pointed theh meditation?

course,he replied, startled by the question dont get past your prenticeship without it

you know that et at their power?Her voice was crisp

Dhasku I learned frolass ball, e instructed t take for ever about it

He didnt take for ever He did take his ti several blowpipes before he chose one

That suited hilory hole of the oven Aet into trouble It s why Im here at all

She inspected a thumbnail you are a journeyman, or you are not,she said tartly Which is it?

Kethlun sighed Closing his eyes, he fell into the breathing rhytho Meditation and breath control were as much a part of his fami ly life as meals Slowly he counted to seven as he inhaled, then held his breath to a count of seven, let it go for a count of seven, stopped for a count of seven, then began to inhale once ic his troubled mind instantly calmed He could alm ost smell his mothers lavender sachet, his fathers spicy hair po bread in the kitchen Gently he slid his pipe into the crucible, into the lob of it at the pipe s end Bringing it out, he began to spin the pipe as he blew into it carefully